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A Cautionary Tale
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Elizabeth's sister Harriet married a man she didn’t love because she figured his affection, kindness and unconditional acceptance would do her a world of good. And indeed they did. Over the months and years Harriet gradually felt her admiration for Harold steadily increase. She started to see his quirks not as strange or annoying, but charming. And then one morning, just like that, she knew she was in love with him, and she saw him in a way that she hadn’t been able to see before, and Oh, my God! Harold had always been there for her, and there he remained: Her own husband! How did she get so lucky?

When we were still married Elizabeth repeated this story to me, over and again, but I never understood its significance. She was giving me hints. But I was too stupid to pick up on them. She was begging me: Please, please, please give me TIME! Like Harold had the good sense to do.

But I was impatient. Neurotic. Needy. And the more I pressed Elizabeth, the worse things got. It was an intense, crazy-making struggle, all loaded down with my fear of failure, fear of success, loathing myself for never being able to do relationships right, sabotaging them, because deep down I felt I didn’t deserve her or anyone else.

I never understood that accepting her unconditionally and putting her happiness above my own would draw her to me. No, I couldn't do that. Instead, I drove her away.





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Yes, it does do wonders if you have the
required patience.

Patience is an art in itself it seems.

The photos really add to your story.

Well, maybe next time it will be better?

huggggggs.

I feel for you.

Thanks! But this is ancient history, no longer such a burning issue...

But I was impatient. Neurotic. Needy. And the more I pressed Elizabeth, the worse things got. It was an intense, crazy-making struggle, all loaded down with my fear of failure, fear of success, loathing myself for never being able to do relationships right, sabotaging them, because deep down I felt I didn’t deserve her or anyone else.

I too fear many of those things. And I don't have it right. Yet. Maybe AI never will. But in some ways I'm lucky -- there's someone in my life that loves me fiercely, even though I don't feel the same way as I used to about her. Maybe I'll come around, eventually, like Elizabeth did.

I just wonder what hints I'm missing.

Edited at 2007-12-11 12:12 am (UTC)

The trouble with hints is that only when it's too late do you pick up on them!

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